| Once upon a time you dressed so fine
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| You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?
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| People’d call, say «Beware, doll, you’ll finally fall'
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| You thought they were all kiddin' you
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| You used to laugh about
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| Everybody that was hangin' out
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| Now, you don’t talk so loud
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| And now, you don’t seem so proud
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| About havin' to be scroungin' for your next meal
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| How does it feel?
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| How does it feel
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| To be on your own
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| Like a complete unknown
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| Like a rolling stone?
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| Oh, princess on a steeple and all the pretty people
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| They’re all drinkin', thinkin' that they’ve got it made
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| Exchangin' all precious gifts
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| But you better lift your diamond ring, you better pawn it, babe
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| You used to be so amused
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| At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
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| Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse
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| When you ain’t got nothin', you got nothin' to lose
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| You’re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal
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| How does it feel?
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| How does it feel
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| To be on your own
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| With no direction home
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| A complete unknown
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| Like a rolling stone?
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| Ah, how does it feel?
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| Ah, how does it feel
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| To be on your own
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| With no direction home
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| A complete unknown
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| Like a rolling stone
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| Like a rolling stone? |